Tuesday, June 16, 2009

Happy Bloomsday!

I'm planning to read Molly's soliloquy today in celebration. "Yes because he never did a thing like that before as ask to get his breakfast in bed with a couple of eggs since the City Arms hotel..."

A good day for poetry in general -- I saw this Poem on the Underground today:

LIKE A BEACON

In London
every now and then
I get this craving
for my mother's food
I leave art galleries
in search of plaintains
saltfish/sweet potatoes

I need this link

I need this touch
of home
swinging in my bag
like a beacon
against the cold

Grace Nichols

Wednesday, May 06, 2009

FLT

Today I received my first email from someone claiming to have a short proof of Fermat's Last Theorem. They even forwarded someone else's rejection of their argument, which points out their basic misunderstanding of factorisation.

Maybe it's urban legend, but I heard at some point that Cambridge had hired someone full time to respond to such letters. A friend of mine here at King's (who has been teaching the Elementary Number Theory course here for the past few years and is listed on the website as the instructor) recently received a whole book (self-published) with elementary "proofs" of all the major problems in number theory.

Friday, April 17, 2009

Hold on to your room, Mark!

Pinball machines, beware!

I'm bound for Ithaca.

I have accepted a one-year visiting position at Cornell, starting this fall. (The Brits always snicker when I say "fall", meaning autumn. I'm happy to take on their plural "maths" and their old school "trousers" and even, eventually, their foreshortened "veg", but using autumn in this context as an American makes me feel pretentious.)

The offer is conditional on one small minor little trifling detail (having my PhD), so I'm a bit busy at the moment.


Ithaca
Constantine P Cavafy

When you set out for Ithaka
ask that your way be long,
full of adventure, full of instruction.
The Laistrygonians and the Cyclops,
angry Poseidon - do not fear them:
such as these you will never find
as long as your thought is lofty, as long as a rare
emotion touch your spirit and your body.
The Laistrygonians and the Cyclops,
angry Poseidon - you will not meet them
unless you carry them in your soul,
unless your soul raise them up before you.

Ask that your way be long.
At many a Summer dawn to enter
with what gratitude, what joy -
ports seen for the first time;
to stop at Phoenician trading centres,
and to buy good merchandise,
mother of pearl and coral, amber and ebony,
and sensuous perfumes of every kind,
sensuous perfumes as lavishly as you can;
to visit many Egyptian cities,
to gather stores of knowledge from the learned.

Have Ithaka always in your mind.
Your arrival there is what you are destined for.
But don't in the least hurry the journey.
Better it last for years,
so that when you reach the island you are old,
rich with all you have gained on the way,
not expecting Ithaka to give you wealth.
Ithaka gave you a splendid journey.
Without her you would not have set out.
She hasn't anything else to give you.

And if you find her poor, Ithaka hasn't deceived you.
So wise you have become, of such experience,
that already you'll have understood what these Ithakas mean.